[Intro: Lil Jairmy]
Chill, chill, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of my Backwoods full of gas, all my shows full of killers (I already know what it is, it ain't gotta recount it)
Chill, yeah, yeah, yeah (Chill, chill)
Chill, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
N***as know I fuck with Wiz the Wizza, bust a whole bag down the middle (Chill, chill)

[Verse 1: Lil Jairmy]
Everyday gas way livin', I done ran it up to the ceiling
I done let her fuck me with no condom, she done got stuck in her feelings
I don't give a fuck, I'll bust the richest n***a, go to war with a million
Used to pull up to the trap, junkies passing out like a start in the building
I been drinking raw, I just threw a house party, lot of stars in attendance
And we had them broads in attendance, and we had them rods in attendance
Posted with my dawgs, yeah, we all strapped, ain't nobody guards in attendance
I'm the gas god, n***as playin' hard, they gon' be the first ones get it
Told her, "Don't talk 'til I'm finished"
Told her, "Don't move 'til I'm finished"
I just popped two, drunk another deuce, think I done reached my limit
N***as wanna start with me, talkin' beef, they gon' be the first ones finished
'Fore these n***as even thought 'bout coppin' Lamb' trucks, we was the first ones with it
Fuck what you think, better not blink, better not let the jack boys get in
Soon as you reach, we gon' teach n***as we standing on business
I ain't checking in, now I sit it out, I hit 'cause I bust guns, period
We ain't with the jokin', when we tryna smoke a n***a, we be dead-ass serious
Triple cut, the windows tinted, that don't mean that ain't rented, we on to y'all n***as
Trappin' ten years, still ain't made a mill', n***a, somethin' wrong with y'all n***as
Trap on go, y'all shit slow, I can give a phone to y'all n***as
Rap n***as hoes, rap with my bros, I ain't doin' songs with y'all n***as
And you can have the ho, I don't even want her, I be givin' ho to y'all n***as
Takin' care of the hood, I done did more and I ain't even old as y'all n***as
Crashin' my whip, rollin' out the 'bow and all of my shows full of killers
Long as I got mine, tell 'em good, I'ma put that pole on a n***a
All strapped (All strapped)
[Verse 2: Fat Wizza]
I already trapped out your bitch spot, I just need the stove in the kitchen (Stove in the kitchen)
This shit be so raw (Raw), when I'm whippin' this shit, burn your nose when you sniff it (Bah, bah, bah, boom)
My n***a got a fence spot and a tent spot, I put them 'bows in the city ('Bows in the city)
Like I hit the jackpot in the crack spot (Oh, yeah), get in that bowl when you whip it (Yeah, on God)
I'm rockin' some fat-ass nuggets (Bling, bling, boom)
Told 'em to shit for the heaven if it's in my circle with this fashion
Might chop me a brick on the mattress
I'll fuck around, put the kit on the Scat (Kit on the Scat)
If I go and get it, I'm taxin' (I'm taxin')
Real in the street, this shit different from rappin' (Different from rappin')
Just counted four hundred, didn't get it from rappin' (Ain't get it from rappin')
I take that bitch, got her wrappin' these packages (Got her wrapping these packages)
I fell in love with this Wock' (Oh), I love sippin' this shit, I was wishin' it's Activist (I was wishing it's Activist)
If I front you some 'bows ('Bows), then you working for me (Oh, yeah), n***a, you part of my faculty (Part of my camp)
Extravagant (Extravagant), they know we pop it immaculate
I gotta give it to charity (Yeah)
Shit on him, he looking embarrassing (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
ShotOff

[Outro]
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, n***a)